Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 33
A'kay bois....it's been a long time...since October I think, that we had a look-in on Shane and his troupe of fuckboys.
I'll repeat the recap from Chapter 32 below before we start anew, but before each scene, I'll also lay in the part of the narrative from the same scene as it was told in the prior chapter. Here goes:
From Chapter 32: A'kay....lessee....last time, Kip was on the run to Tommy's after being taken down in the weeds behind the vacant house by the kids from the schoolbus. He had found most of his clothes in the tall weeds as he scoured the whole yard in his nakeds. Boy...his first full day as Tommy's fuckboy, and already he's in trouble.
Adam had watched his first 'pay customer,' Rob, drive off on cloud 9. Rob was shivering from the excitement of having his flower taken by the two-boy gangin' he got at the rest stop. He rubbed his oozing peter in his pants as he thought of the morning....each morning....he would be stopping by Adam's mailbox for a supply of boy spooge that Adam was gonna make up for him before school.
For his part...Adam got hard again....yet....thinking of his cum being the source of so much excitement for a college dude. He trembled as he closed the door and headed for his room, his cock rubbing into his boxers. Goddddd...he almost buckled from the super sensations. Damn! He knew...even after his wild aft ernoon of raging randy boy romp and sex, he was gonna have to spank it again! Ummmm...love that boy!
In Shane's room, where he'd taken Zach and Stevie for a little 'fuckboy' play, Casey, Zach, Shane and Stevie were in a naked boy contortion of arms, legs and cocks to dream of.
Casey flushed red in anger as Shane exaggerated what he knew, true as most of the story was, that Zach had 'fuckboyed' himself out to Stevie, the kid next door to him, while he 'belonged' to Casey.
Casey shot up off the floor, and in wild flurry of hands, he waled on Zach in a fury Shane had never seen before. Zach's face snapped side-to-side as he took four, five six, seven shots, forehand and backhand from Casey. As tears streamed down Zach's face.... Steve's tongue was still lodged deep up his tightly clenched pucker....Casey stood right into Zach's face and rammed his dick into his mouth. "You fuck! You slipp'ry scumbag! Eat me, faggot! You gonna get a real head fuckin', dude....a real head fuckin'!"
"Gwawwllpp!" gagged Zach, as Casey rammed his 5 incher to back of his mouth and angrily gripped and pulled Zach's head back and forth over it, choking Zach up every time he stuffed his throat hole.
In a boyfucker's dream, Shane, who had stood back to enjoy the results of instigating his kid brother's rage, took position again at Stevie's pussybox, and
wormy-squoooshed his velvet-smoothe, oozing cockhead against and into the winking wrinkles that were Stevie's moist, hot pucker.....'Tsskissssk!' "Mmmmmmnnguh," Shane swooned.
"Snawkkurmmpph!" Stevie snorted into Zach balls.....
"Skkllkk! Squishkk! Skksskk!" Zach lip-sqwuscked over Casey's prick in a steady, um-ba-hum-ba pumping head-fuck.
When Adam got squared away at home, he found a message on the machine from Ben...the other college kid....Rob's friend. He returned the call.
"'Lo," Ben answered.
"Hey," Adam said, "'is-iss Adam."
"Ohhhh yehhhh, Adam....cin we ummm....you know....meet up say Saturday.... sometime?"
Adam said, "Sure. If you meet me at the corner of Water Street and 3d Ave at 1 PM ....we can ride out to the rest stop, 'kay?"
Ben was agreeable....his breath caught in his throat, his heart beating out of his chest. It was gonna be beating a lot harder in a few seconds....Adam said, "Bring you enough cash, and moisten up dem lips fer action," as he hung up.
Zach Gets to Serve. Chapter 33.
Ben held the dead phone to his ear, and shuddered. Last time he'd paid Adam....but it was Adam who sucked HIM. He'd watched through blurry eyes at Adam's lips riding his dick while he kneeled below him on the restroom floor. It was pretty clear he was gonna be doin' the deed this time. He wasn't sure he could do it.... Sitting there on his bed, his cock sprung rock hard in his pants and he flopped back into his pillow, threw his legs up and whipped his pants and boxers off. 'That Adam....mannnnn...he's hot.....mmmmmm, Adam, gotta have yur dick man....ohgod...ohgod....pump it dude...oh, do it...gimmme ....fuck...gotta....eehhhhnnngh!' College boy shootoff roped out that purple boy cockhead ....all over the room.....
Tomorrow, Adam'd be leaving the house for school with a baggie filled with cum to leave in the mailbox for Rob. Then Saturday, he'd be meeting Rob's buddy for some extended fuckface annnnnnd cash payment as well. Two buddies...both were gonna be tunin' his prong, separately....neither one knowing 'bout the other. Hmmm. Maybe he could double the payouts with a teeny little 'threat'?
Yeh, maybe. But he wanted to 'milk' the current setup for a while, till maybe one of 'em wanted to get out of the deal....then he'd up the ante. Boyyy, he HAD been around that fuckin' Shane too long. He was becoming as devilish and scheming as his former best friend and master.
He got a shiver just then thinking about the rich dude, Brady. Brady'd promised to take care of Shane and make Adam his butt pussy. His bubble butt twinged just then remembering the endless spanking and butt fucking he got from Brady last week.
Things were just muddling all up for the cute sandy blond teen fuckboy who was now totally commanded by the twitch deep in his boyhole, and the tingle of his ever horned up prick!
As his fingers squoozed their ways around his cummy dickhead....making him buck up head and knees each time they coursed the tender peckerhead....his mind was all moony.
He started thinking, 'Mannnn, I'm fuckin' ownin' dese two fuckin' college dudes. I'm ownin' two faggotboy college kids!' Darkly, he knew he himself was 'owned' by a high schooler, middle schooler and college kid himself. He was so confused he was starting to tear up, but....
....mindlessly he had started wildly friggin' his cumstickied meaty pud again and "Oh! Oh! Ugh! Ahhhhhhh-yeeeeeee-uhhhhh! Nnnnnghhhh!" the young fucker wadded himself off AGAIN!
His soppy cockwacking hand burrowed between his thighs as he rolled over into his pillow and dozed off into teen dreams of bright sun, and the aroma of billowing clouds of boycum.
Next morning, Adam bopped down the steps to the mailbox. The bag of his fresh slimey silver boyseed was in the pouch pocket of his cargos. As he got to the mailbox, he pulled the velcro closure and dug his hand in. He was so trembly just at the touch of the slippery goo oozing around in the plastic baggie. It was so fresh from his after breakfast bathroom beatoff, it still was whitish and a little curdly yet. His breath actually caught in his throat knowing a older kid would be sucking that peter custard of his right out of that bag in less than an hour. Oh mannnnn! He wanted so bad to run into the garage and whip off another batch!
Mournfully, hands shaking, he opened the mailbox and reached way in the back and laid the baggie in the right corner...almost petting it...then pulled himself away and closed the box. He stared a long moment at the mailbox. He looked down the street to where Rob's car would be coming from to get the cockspunk. With a huge sigh and a heaving chest, he shook his head, and started off for school, rearranging his brick of dick in his boxers, shivering, feeling the chill of the leaky goo that touched his hairless groin.
It was about 25 minutes later when Rob's car stopped by the mailbox. He got out with a letter addressed to Adam in case anyone came out questioning what he was doing in the box. Trembling, he opened the front lid and reached in and didn't find anything! Oh no! His leaking dick was already stuck to his boxers. The fuckin' kid couldn'ta forgot, could he? He bent down now and looked in. He was relieved it was on the other side. He snatched it. Fondling the still warm bag, his cock re-steeled at the slitherly feel inside. He turned back to the car and got in. He fumbled with the gear shift in his excitement, and finally got away down the street. The baggie was still in his hand. As he turned the corner back to the main drag for the college, he raised the bag to his nose. OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! He quickly pulled off to the curb. The boycum smell was barely perceptible, but he almost came with the combined expectations of feel, taste and smell!
He stopped by the curb....shuddering....sooooo excited. He felt like he should be getting a heart attack. His heart was pounding out of his chest. He couldn't breathe.
His eyes welled up, too. He pulled the baggie open down in his lap, and slowly bent to the steering wheel as he brought the bag closer....closer....ohhh he could smell Adam now.... his mind remembered the taste of the kid's teen gobbledick for him....he held his breath....stuffed his nose into the wide open baggie of schoolboy spunk.....and....and..... HE SHOT OFF IN HIS BOXERS!!! He bucked and humped uncontrollably beneath the steering wheel. "Ahhhhh!" he squalled. "Ahhh-uh-uh-uh! Ah-ah-ah!" he convulsed inside himself, his head bobbing against the top of the steering wheel as he sobbed with tears streaming like rivers down his cheeks.
He was sooooo fucking happy. He was sooo fucking happy he couldn't believe what less than an ounce of kid jelly could do to him. Here he was...this long repressed faggot-needing-cumsucker. He had found the treasure at the end of the rainbow. That rainbow was a squeaky-clean blond spunker that could feed him what he needed....now.... tomorrow....next week....next....forever! "Ohhhhhhhh A-d-a-mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!" he moaned through his sobs.
He wanted so badly to just dip his tongue in his cumboy's shootoff, but restrained himself. He'd get himself together. Get to school, and see if he could stash it away and go for it after classes at home, in his bed when he could swarsh his tongue-hardon in it...lick some up, rub his own prick with it!
He didn't think he could ever make it the whole day. He wanted to save it. To treasure it. Virgin teencream for his lips, tongue, cock and bunghole....later....at home...in bed....under the covers....jacking himself out of his friggin' mind!!!!!!!!!!
At school after Bart ditched the girl's panties and swiped some other kids' clothes from the locker room lockers: Bart made it through most all his classes with no problem. But from last time, 'member that classmate Aaron had doped out that Bart had swiped his cargo shorts from his locker, and might have found the rubber he'd jacked in earlier that day. He was both pissed and embarrassed.
Kevin and the others never linked up with Colin to let him know that Bart made it to class without the panties they left for him to wear. But....Aaron caught up with Bart after classes, and as they moved out the back exit for the buses, Aaron shoved Bart into the wall and demanded to know why Bart had ripped off his clothes.
To explain, he would have to tell of the panties deal...which he had ditched in a boys room trash can earlier that day. He just said that some guys had funned him and left him without any clothes when he came out of the shower and hoped Aaron wouldn't mind, and that he'd bring them back clean an' all the next day.
Aaron, who was really more concerned about the cummed up rubber he didn't want Bart to find, demanded the shorts right there. They scuffled and Bart broke away and ran across the parking lot and down the grassy slope past the buses. Aaron was right on him and halfway down the slope went airborne and tackled him, rolling over and over with him to the bottom. Fists were flying, and Bart was holding his own till from underneath him, and on his back, Aaron jabbed a shot to Bart's face and started a nose bleed.
In the hesitation, Aaron reversed and sat on Bart facing his feet and opening the shorts and pushed them down and off. Bart was wearing some gym shorts for underwear, so he could do without them, and Aaron got the shorts off Bart's feet.
Quickly his hand snaked into the pockets. He was relieved. The rubber appeared to be there untouched....wait a minute. He took it out. It was CLEAN!!! Not a bit of spooge was left in it....and there was nothing leaked into the turned out pocket. He snapped around, and now he wasn't embarrassed about his rubber...or his need to jack off during class in his pants....he had a cum sucker underneath him! Looked like he wuz gonna get him some getoff at the expense of the dude he was sitting on right then.
He whirled around on Bart's chest and belly, and held up the scraggy, wrinkled, c-l-e-a-n rubber. Bart's shock was evident immediately as he flushed crimson. "YOU LIKE JACKOFF....'ZAT RIGHT FAGGOT??"
'You fuckin' EAT the stuff don'tchu? DON'TCHU???!!" Aaron screamed.
Bart's eyes closed without answering.
There was movement on top of Bart. He opened his eyes and Aaron's slender 6" prick was being waved in front of his face. "Ummmmmm," he chided Bart beating his lips with it...."bet it's tasty boy....let's have you on it.....I wantchu to get it right from the hose, nice, hot and fresh....free range cum just for yuh own seff."
A finger poke to Bart's neck and his mouth opened to be filled with Aaron's boyprick. "Goddddddddddd....ohmigoddddd.....THAT IS SOOOOOOOOO GOOOOODDD!!!" Aaron squealed. He'd never forget his first suckoff there at the bottom of the slope below the bus turn-around. Hundreds of kids were laughing and yelling in the distance above them as they loaded into the buses while Aaron joyed in the gut-wrenching cum he was shooting in a strange mouth for the first ever time.
It shook him to his very core....every nerve ending was firing....his every part was quivering and quaking. Inside his thighs he felt the tingling there like no cum he ever trembled through. His toes curled under in his sneakers...he could feel his toe nails digging into them. His entire body was chicken skin....and sweat beaded all over him.
He shook again with the shivers when he looked down to Bart's sucking face, and those glowing eyes that stared back....Aaron didn't know what he saw....the need of Bart....to have cock....neeeeeeed cock! Aaron jumped when Bart's tongue swabbed under and over the aftercum-sensitive cockhead of a boy's dick that never went soft and started to rise again into the roof of Bart's mouth. Ohhhhhh.....Bart was on it again....and Aaron....he wasn't gonna stop him... .never.....
Aaron was crazed...re-crazed. Now he grabbed Bart by his ears and rammed his cocksucking face down and back over and over and was spreading his knees astride Bart's chest so he could fuck the spluttering kid's mouth as well as piston his facefuckin' head over his teen boy rammer.
"G-a-w-w-w-a-h-h-h-d-d-d-d!!!! I fuckin' need this s-o-o-o-o-o-o fuckin' B-A-D-D-D-D!!!!!!" Aaron screamed. He was hysterical at the spine tingling thrill he was getting from a blow job! This blowjob! His FIRST EVER "Fuck-ing BLOWJOB!!!!!" he wailed in such immense boyjoy he absolutely couldn't fuckin' believe it!
He soaked himself in dripping sweat from every pore in the intense frenzy he'd created for himself with his whole body hump-hunching that face of Bart's, and those lips vacuuming his rockhard prick....and Bart's tongue swirzzeling up and down and around it in ways he never dreamed could make him feel this fucking way!
"Ohgoddddd! Ahm cummin' sooooharrrrddddd!!!! he warbled again, and flopped over Bart's head which was allowed to rest in the grass. He went into a wild head-bouncing, short-stroking cumshoot of Bart....he was totally mindless....just plain out of control.
He all at once sighed, and seemed to gasp....then fell face-planted into grass back of Bart's still dick-eating, now gagging, choking head, face and mouth.
Of course, Aaron's toes had curled under, seemingly permanently, inside his sneakers. He was however becoming aware of his soaking sweat for the air started to chill him as he lay shivering, recovering on top of Bart.
His mind was awhirl now. He knew he had a fucktool to use....to fun....for as long as he wanted. THAT was gonna start right here...right now!
He lurched up. His fine hefty cock "Smumpk"ling out of Bart's mouth. Bart hucked a quick several breaths and heaved both of them up and down as he got himself back to normal.
Aaron looked up and realized that his backpack lay halfway back up the slope. He wanted to retrieve it but didn't want his new prize getting away, so he proceeded to go for Bart's sneaks and shorts to leave him naked where he had facefucked him, and then go up and get the pack.
He pulled the sneaks and heaved them several yards away, and then pulled down the gym shorts Bart was wearing for underwear. "You fucking queer! Dick-eatin' cunt! You gotcher NUT, faggot! You gotcher nut while you blowed me! EAT THAT" Aaron smooshed the cumjellied gym shorts into Bart's face. "Lick it, fuckwad!"
Bart busied himself snorting air while trying to suck his jam off the shorts. Aaron pulled the shorts back so he could watch his queerboi's tongue work out on the fabric. Mannnn! He knew watching that kid's tongue was cock-steeling....he really wanted to go another round, but they had to get going and he still was working up a plan on how use Bart reg'lar...and that softened his peter. He got up, slapped his cock in his shorts and went for his pack.
The shorts were also 'borrowed' from another kid's locker earlier that day, and had their own boy smells...a different boy's smell...in them. Bart's discerning smeller picked up on it and was getting all dreamy again.
When Aaron got back down the hill, Bart held the 'clean' shorts out to show him. Aaron just pointed to Bart's cock and said, "Wipe that faggot goo off yurseff and lick it off yur fingers. Get all of it too, asshole!"
"Holy shit! There jus' ain't no doubt wit'chu is dere? You even shaved yer cock hairs. You're a hunert percent fuckin' boicunt, ain'tchu?" Aaron continued berating his cocksucker.
Shaking his head, Aaron kick-tapped Bart's bare feet and told him to get the gym shorts back on and put his sneaks and Aaron's 'stolen' shorts into Aaron's backpack. He gave Bart the pack to strap on his back using both shoulder straps. He told Bart they were goin' home 'wheelbarrow' style. Bart would walk on his hands and toes part way with his ass up, and part way, Aaron would pick him up by his ankles and 'walk him' just on his hands.
They were just 15 minutes from Aaron's house, and the part of the plan Aaron had settled on already was that Bart was coming to his house that night, all night, overnight, and he'd plan as he went.
Bart was terribly exhausted within 5 minutes from the contorted posture he had to maintain. Aaron kicked at him when he flopped each time and barked at him till he got up and restarted.
After another few minutes, Aaron let him crawl along in the grass by the curb as they made their way down the first street out of the gully they had rolled into.
When they were a block from Aaron's, he made Bart walk 'wheelbarrow' again down the whole street to the house and into the garage. Little kids were funnin' them along the way. Some came right up to them and bent down looking into Bart's flushed and sweaty face. They even crawl right along with him and crawly-danced in front of him. Aaron had one kid straddle over Bart's neck and 'Mush' him along beating his shoulders. He told two kids they could spit in Bart's face. They didn't need'a be told twice. Gobs and gobs of boy goobers hung off Bart's nose, and ears by the time Aaron shooed them away.
Inside the garage, Aaron twisted Bart's feet so he fell off his hands onto his back. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him and screamed, "On yur knees, queerass!"
Bart scrambled to get in position. He was just not in position to fight for his 'honor'....and he WAS ruled by his own dick and needs. He just followed orders.
Kneeling, he hung his head clasping his hands behind as Shane had 'taught' him. Geez, even his bare feet were crossed. He almost stuck one finger up his bung like Shane made him do as a matter of course. Aaron thought that was strange, but couldn't figure out why. He calmly asked Bart, "Who owns you, dirthole?"
"Uh..Sha...you do...Aaron??" God, he almost said Shane's name, then answered as a question, 'cause he didn't know what the fuck the young bastard wanted.
"Hmmm....that's ok, I guess, but I think we're gonna make like the Navy...you will call me MISTER....say it!"
"Yes...ummm...MIS-ter," Bart replied. He actually smiled to himself. This was nuthin' compared to Shane, and Casey, and Colin and Kevin.....shit...or even the little kids that tied him up in the park. Shit! Bart had seen it all. This was a piece'a cake.....so far.
Aaron whipped out his healthy peter and flagged it at him and said, "Who else do you belong to?"
Bart for the first time realized that Aaron had the thickest boycock he had ever had to blow. It felt like a telephone pole when the kid rammed it into his mouth. It might also be the longest of all the guys he'd had to service these last long weeks since his first days at the park toilet glory hole. None of the kids he'd blowed had been much over 6 inches. Aaron's dick was at least an inch more.
Answering in the mind muddle he was in, he said that he also belonged to "Ummm...MIS-ter's cock??" again in a question.
Aaron said, "Close. Let's you be calling it, Mister DICK! Say it!"
"Mister Dick, uh...MIS-ter."
Aaron smiled. "Good. I like that. For now that'll be good. I decided yur staying here the night. You'll call home and tell them, and you'll be nice to my folks when they get home. Thennn, lessee....we'll sleep out in my dad's fifth wheel camper outside here....hmmmm... and maybe we'll cut school tuhmorrah, and you'll take care'a Mister Dick here all night annnnd the day, too."
Bart just nodded, and looked up at yet aNOTHER master. Would it ever fucking end? He was being driven by his own need for whut hangs free from every spunkrat he knew.... COCK! And he NEEDed it....baaaaaaaddddd!
As we leave to check out the scene at Tommy's, Aaron's saying, "A'kay cuntboi....kiss it!"
Bart strained up, his lips at the quiver.....
Tommy's backyard: Kip's red cheeks blended nicely with red of his eyes. Tears streamed down his face as he stared up to Tommy. "Now getcher ass upstairs, dressed and get the fuck outta here. I'll call later to letchu know if you gotta be here to drain my morning piss or not."
"Y-y-ye-yessir. Thank y-you sir," Kip said softly as he got himself up and crawled through the grass to the door.
Tommy grinned at his little tool box wigglin' as he went. He loved those butt cheek dimples of Kip's, especially when they hollowed out, then filled while he flexed 'em.
When Kip got home....he stared at the message on his 'puter. It was from Tommy....already.
"Dipshit: Be here at 6:35 AM to drain my hog."
A tear ran down his cheek. He really 'wanted' to be Tommy's 'boy'. But his loss of freedom was getting him down...he and Bart had endured much the same trials. They had spent some good times together in the stall at the park. Then, of course, there was Shane....and the fuckboy training. Shit! Shane had actually 'given' Kip to Tommy as a present!
Kip, who was a couple years junior to Bart, Shane and Tom, was shown the funs of boydickin' by classmates Jarrod and Kyle, many long weeks ago. He was knowing that he, like Bart, had 'needs'....cock needs. This had made him easy pickin's for Shane's, and his little brother Casey's fuckboy posse.
But it all looked to be taking its toll on the little dude. With a stud brother like Kerry, it's surprising that Kip had looked elsewhere to fill his need. But, it is sorta normal. That is, going to strangers instead of bringing it back home.
As Kip stared bleery eyed at the note on his computer screen, Kerry shuffled through the door in one of his rare brotherly appearances and asked, "'S'up lil buddy?"
At Shane's suite above the garage of his folks' house: Casey came out of his afterfuck stupor and waled on Zach's face twice more for his disloyalty, before slumping backward and into a cushy chair beside Shane's bed.
Pulling out of Steve, Shane stared down out the boy's pucker leaking his own cum spoo. He actually sort of tranced for a few seconds, knowing he was watching the dregs of his cockjoy ooze from a boycunt. Snapping to, he staggered around the bed in front of Zach, where he pulled the boyface he found there bobbing on the end of another boy's bung-eating tongue....he pulled that face over his butt-slimey cumsopped prick and got himself all cleaned off by Zach's well-honed swabbing rasper. The excitement Zach generated through Shane's innards was almost too much, as Shane's knees started to buckle before he managed to pull away, falling with a 'Phhwumpf!' into Casey's lap in the easy chair.
They rearranged their naked parts till they were side by side squeezed into the seat while Casey choreographed the fuckboy activity on the bed. Zach is in a kneeling, all fours '69', elbows down, above Steve. Steve is now eating Zach's balls, while Zach's tongue sinks through Stevie's upturned pussy....his tongue sliding itself right through the sticky Shane spooge there. Shane can see the boy spittle bubble up out the corners of Zach's mouth.
Fuckin' teen boys, mannnn. No matter how many times they get off, they still fuckin' hafta have it! Shane's cock went hard and snapped to his belly watching his two trained fuckboys going at it on the bed. We can't forget that his brother Casey is in service to Shane as well as being pint-sized master to the other kids.
He pulled Casey out of the corner of the chair they were sharing and lifted him over his lap. "Fit my poker in yur toytunnel pussyboi," Shane told Casey matter of factly.
Casey often was 'holed out' by Shane, but it shamed him to be 'put to the rod' in front of the kids he was master of.
As it was, rockhard horny Shane-dick willed out, and Casey reached under and behind, guiding Shane's boypleaser up his bunger.
The kid sucked in a breath as the tears welled in his eyes with the steady single stroke surge of brother dick up his boybox.
Shane reached around to diddle Casey's boypeter while he let the kid get used to his meaty 6 inch impaler.
Casey's head flopped back into Shane's chest. Shane had grown a few inches the past year since all this started, and Casey realized that Shane's now 5' 10" frame no longer let him nestle into the older boy's neck and shoulder.
While he waited for Casey to relax, Shane ordered the 69'ing fuckboys on the bed to take each other's dick sidewise between their teeth and bite down a bit. "Yahhhh! Bite down...not too hard. Just letcher buddyfag know you got him in yer teeth. Ummm. Yehhh! Check it out Case," he nudged his brother with his chin into the kid's golden blond hairs.
Casey nodded.
"Close yer lips now, blow and puff 'em up, like you blowin' into your bit-down buddy's dick. Yessss-sssss!" Shane hissed, and humped up three quick times into his grunting brotherfuck....
"Uh-uh-uhhhh!" came from Casey
"A'kay...anuffa that, gitcher tongues into each other's bung. I wanna see that spit and cum bubble up from yer lips," Shane ordered the fucktools on the bed, while he pulled Casey's face around into his own armpit. "Go boy....let's see you git thet pit, lil dude. Tongue....yahhhh ....lick it...lemmmee hear slobbering boy spit slickin'. Ummmm....lil brother....you got the touch, boi."
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